Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 528: Selling the Recipe

"Would you be interested in selling this recipe to the Alchemist Association?" The old elder’s voice broke the silence hanging over the evaluation platform.

Kyrian remained motionless for a few moments. His fingers still lightly rested on the glass bottle containing the Thunder Reinforcement Medicinal Lotion, whose blue-violet liquid shimmered beneath the light of the suspended spirit lamps.

The proposal had come like an unexpected thunderclap, something he had never considered possible.

Selling a recipe he had created himself...

It was the first time anyone had ever made him such an offer.

Around the platform, many participants widened their eyes. Some let out muffled exclamations, while others simply froze with their bottles still in hand. The murmur that had previously filled the area turned into stunned silence.

"The elder wants to buy his recipe?" whispered a young man with red hair, barely able to contain the disbelief in his voice.

"He just created it..." added a young woman beside him, her eyes fixed on the scene in astonishment.

"That never happens with ordinary recipes," a third participant remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.

Even some of the deacons, who normally maintained impassive expressions throughout the evaluations, cast discreet glances toward Kyrian.

Their eyes, usually cold and analytical, now carried a glimmer of genuine curiosity.

Most of the recipes developed during this examination were nothing more than crude attempts.

Many contained obvious flaws, poorly measured ingredients, incorrect infusion times, or simply absurd combinations that resulted in useless or even dangerous potions.

Others were merely minor variations of ancient formulas, incapable of generating any real value. Creating something truly useful in only three hours was extraordinarily rare, an accomplishment few could achieve.

However, the Thunder Reinforcement Medicinal Lotion was different.

Its structure was complete, meticulously designed from its very foundation down to the finest details.

Every ingredient had been selected with surgical precision, and every step of the refinement process was optimized to extract the greatest possible potency from the combination.

Its effects were clear and measurable, with results that could be verified through practical testing. It also served a specific audience, cultivators who followed the path of lightning.

Although that group was relatively small compared to the masses of ordinary cultivators, its members were known for their wealth and willingness to spend vast amounts of resources to strengthen their bodies and enhance their techniques.

The Alchemist Association could undoubtedly earn substantial profits by commercializing that recipe. The market for specialized products was vast and highly profitable, especially when it came to items designed for uncommon cultivation paths.

Kyrian quickly weighed the situation, his mind analyzing it from every possible angle. He had no intention of producing large quantities of that lotion in the future.

His true goal had always been cultivation and advancement in alchemy, not running a business. Mass production would require time, resources, and effort that he would rather devote to his own spiritual growth.

Besides... thirty thousand mid-grade spirit stones represented an extremely significant sum for someone at his current realm.

After several seconds of consideration, Kyrian nodded calmly. His movements were composed, his expression tranquil, as though he were accepting an invitation for tea.

"I can sell it."

His words carried a simplicity that contrasted sharply with the significance of the moment.

A faint smile appeared on the old elder’s face. The wrinkles on his face deepened slightly, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"Excellent."

Without delay, the elder retrieved a small spirit scroll from his spatial ring.

The object emitted a faint aura of power, a spiritual binding artifact used to formalize agreements between cultivators.

Its terms were clear and fair. The Association would purchase the rights to that recipe for the agreed price. Kyrian would still be free to use it for himself, but all commercial distribution would become the exclusive responsibility of the Association.

An additional clause guaranteed that he would receive credit as its creator, with his reputation being acknowledged whenever the lotion was discussed in academic circles.

After briefly reviewing the contents of the scroll, Kyrian nodded in agreement. The contract was flawless, free of hidden clauses or legal traps, exactly as one would expect from such an ancient and respected organization.

The two of them each left a small spiritual mark upon the scroll, formally sealing the agreement. A gentle light flowed across its surface, binding the pact with the spiritual energy of both cultivators.

Shortly afterward, the elder handed him a dark wooden spatial ring inlaid with tiny blue crystals. As soon as his consciousness entered the ring, Kyrian saw a small mountain of spirit stones carefully stacked inside. They radiated a soft, steady glow, each one pulsing with pure, concentrated spiritual energy.

Exactly thirty thousand.

Not one more. Not one less.

Kyrian stored the ring away without changing his expression. Inwardly, however, he was quite pleased. This competition alone had already earned him an unexpected fortune, an amount that would take ordinary cultivators years to accumulate through conventional means.

The old elder gave him one final approving look before slowly returning to the center of the arena. His steps were light, almost floating, as though the weight of age could no longer affect him.

As he walked away, many participants continued to watch Kyrian with complicated expressions.

Some showed genuine admiration, their eyes shining with respect for the young man’s achievement. Others felt envy, bitter at seeing someone so young accomplish what they themselves could not.

There were even those who looked at him with a newfound respect, recognizing that Kyrian was not merely another participant but someone with genuine talent.

Being capable of creating a recipe worthy of purchase by the Association was undeniable proof of talent. It was neither luck nor coincidence. It was the result of profound knowledge, dedication, and an intuitive understanding of alchemical principles.

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The evaluations continued for quite some time. The sun had begun to descend toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and crimson, while the deacons moved from workstation to workstation, carefully listening to each participant’s explanation.